Daenerys Targaryen Second Aemulatio

Fire

Any italicized paragraph after this is part of the story. This time, I've been told to stop with the fake translated poetry. The first draft was in that style like we saw with the last one, but I was told to go narrative prose. The reading we are emulating this time around is the Iliad, specifically the Stanley Lombardo version of the Iliad. The topic this time is to show your hero in a "bie"or "metis" fashion or to show a coming together or argument between the two. I went for the last and decided to portray Dany as bie (note the animal and fire imagery) and Tyrion as metis (note him trying to talk sense into her). As the introduction to this all stated, this is a disjointed "story." Each Aemulatio is basically going to be a one shot. This time around, we are fighting Cersei, not the White Walkers. By the time I wrote this one, I had finished the show and I am still in the first book. Look, I've got a lot of reading in school. There's reading the stories for heroes class, there's my English literature: Thatcher and After where we read a novel once a week or in two weeks, there's the reading for my Pagans and Christians class, the readings for my ENG205 class, and the readings for my Speaking Politically class. Now that I finished the show, Game of Thrones is sort of on the backburner.

A bear comes to the aid of her cub with ferocity unmatched by any aggressor. She growls louder than any other being enough to strike fear into the heart of any.

Daenerys, on one of her wingèd beasts, rose into view whilst it yelled bronze that made every soldier's heart wince with pain. As the Royal army retreated, under threat of explosive precipitation, Daenerys felt a searing rage and unleashed flame. And Tyrion, barely able to shake the words out:

"I beg you, your grace, by your own soul and by your house, do not allow yourself to give into rage. Accept victory and let the brave men retreat back to their families. Let the kingdom sing of merciful Daenerys. You've proved yourself already. The people will follow you now that they see which direction the smoke is blowing. Now show mercy."

And Daenerys, igniting him with a stare:

"Don't whine to me about my house, you murdered your own father. I wish to end this war with your sister once and for all. There is no way to hold back the death I will wrought on traitors who worked to end my house and its line."

She was warned.

She was given an explanation.

Nevertheless, she persisted.

As must we all.

And Tyrion called to Daenerys, her face blazing like the sun. With voice shaking like a leaf he spoke:

"My Queen, you have won the battle and have wrought more destruction than any man has done in the North, for your children of the pyre assist you. But it is time to let it end. You should not be Queen of the blaze and ashes, but of people. Will you rule as one to be feared or as one to be loved? What inspires, in you, such rage? Let it be. I am stunned, O Queen. Do not act as your father would. You need to show the people you are different than he was."

A fire drake who has not eaten in fortnight turns to its prey.

"Beware betraying where your loyalties lie. I am your Queen and your sister is a traitor. I hate it like I hate hell the man who says one thing and thinks another. So this is how I see it. Your sister rules by fear and death, not I. Her last child a casualty of her game. An innocent child, as you have said, along with others in number untold. Innocents in her own realm were killed in her sept. My family, both the guilty and the innocents were murdered by these selfsame houses I now destroy. Those and those who fight for her should face the Father's justice without the Mother's mercy. The Mad Queen Cersei and her army will pay much more than the iron price. I will burn them all."

Like a goddess of death she launched a second wave of flame.

One phrase she had said rang on repeat in Tyrion's head:

"Burn them all."

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